BloodBorne

(альбом: L'appel Du Vide - 2021)

Petrified in these cocoons, Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can't feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can't feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne

Staining tulips with the cyanide
Riding shotgun making music for the drive-bys
No survivors no goodbyes when the ocean rises
Locusts fly when I quote my lines polarized
Watch me when I haiku my discography's the Bible
Is it decide if he confides he's talking suicidal?
Walking into cyclones my tornado halo's filled with bees,
Barking like I bite though my volcano halo kills the sheep

Petrified in these cocoons, Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can't feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne
Petrified in these cocoons Cenobites still eat my soul
Anesthetize to heal the wounds get so high can't feel the lows
Blunt smoke filling up my lungs until the sun gone
Guns drawn covered in this blood like I was Bloodborne

Victorious in my gory glory flow is glorious
Baccalaureate story of a Poet Laureate
Euphoria pouring out my pores until the worry sets
Morph aporias until the boring gets harmonious
My clips weight a ton so I know we're not the same
Either stick to your guns or you can point em at your face
I was born a tragic summer bore from storms and crashing thunder
Mastered nothing but I bask in BloodBorne so that's the hunter